Alora’s POV

“What is it?” Morgan asked, tightening his grip on my hand.

Harry slowly lowered the phone from his ear, his eyes showing confusion and disbelief.

“We’ve been attacked.”

“What! By who? Where was Jones”? Morgan asked, his face contorting in anger.

“Jones didn't say. Apparently, he was busy, and he said he had been trying to mindlink you to no avail.”

“Shit! I forgot to open the pack’s mindlink after the meeting. We need to leave now” he replied before ...